Can I get back to Studio 2
Where John and Paul belt she loves you
Where Jameson jammed and Marvin Sang
And HDH wrote their breakthroughs
The rooms they used in the making of music
They opened the door to the soul
Rooms of music, the rooms of music
Where the notes just seep out the wall
Wish I could have been in Finneas' bedroom
As Billie layered up on Party
Or stood with Larry as he laid down the bridge
Paul's words given blessings by Artie
These rooms of music, rooms of music
They opened the door to the soul
Rooms of music, rooms of music
Where the notes just seep out the wall
I don't need the middleman of a tape
Music is my flesh, my blood, my bone
I never viewed it as an escape
Just drop me in the heart of the cyclone
You can drown me in the sound
Of every chamber that echoes
In my dreams I'm sat with Stevie
Wondering how he's doing Lately
Or over at PIE all of the day and the night
Listening to the magic that was Davies
The rooms of music, rooms of music
The soul that opened the doors for me
Rooms of music, rooms of music
And me and Bing in MV3
I don't need the middleman of a tape
Music is my flesh, my blood, my bone
I never viewed it as an escape
Just drop me in the heart of the cyclone
You can drown me in the sound
Of every chamber that echoes
Give me a Gold Star
Give me Keef's guitar
Give me Garson
Doing Time, doing Time
Give me Joni's strumming and a new rhyme
New rhyme
New rhyme